The Intruder (Carolyn Kizer Poem)
My mother-- preferring the strange to the tame: Dove-note, bone marrow, deer dung, Frog's belly distended with finny young, Leaf-mould ...
Poems about sticky (31 Poems)
Wash (Jane Kenyon Poem)
All day the blanket snapped and swelled on the line, roused by a hot spring wind.... From there it witnessed ...
Blackberry-Picking (Seamus Heaney Poem)
Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a ...
doughnut denial (Rg Gregory Poem)
(an ascetic poem for karen's birthday) fancy having a birthday on a thursday when you do the buying of the ...
Not Fear (Rafael Guillen Poem)
Not fear. Maybe, out there somewhere, the possibility of fear; the wall that might tumble down, because it's for sure ...
Underneath (9) (Jorie Graham Poem)
Spring Up, up you go, you must be introduced. You must learn belonging to (no-one) Drenched in the white veil ...
My Fingers Sticky (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The basket gathered pulled closer to me the farm stand treasure close by my side The pages of the summer ...
Sticky Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
To be sticky clay in the hands of the potter malleable to his touch ready for his direction Seeking his ...
Sticky Air (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not like summer hot humidity a coolness of spring light on the air Yet the sounds, the motion the waking ...
Humid, Before I am Ready (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The morning sticky moisture coming, rising on my brow my forehead, almost without exertion calling for the tissue to mop ...
Sticky Mud (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The sticky mud, slimy mire the troubles, the ways of the world not a permanent sentence forgiven by the Lord ...
Up onto a Rock (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Placed up from the pit, the sticky mud of the world by the hand of God redeemed, saved placed up ...
The Snap of the Apple (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The snap of the apple fresh-picked from the orchard the juices, sticky, drizzling down in my beard the bumblebees humming ...
Watching the Snow Falling (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After getting home driving in the gossamer snow the dance of the crystals falling in the air accumulating on the ...
Published (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Published on the internet ephemeral, lasting are my words fleeting moments in the web typing on gossamer strands, threads lines ...
Textures of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Smooth glass, clear, or in the prism's spectrum Cool of polished marble in Washington's monuments smooth of a baby's skin, ...
Sticky Hair (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
"Oh, gross!" A chorus of groans at the thought of her sticky hair in a world without indoor plumbing or ...
A Constellation of Stars (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Across the room under sticky, greasy, fresh fingerprints, the static-held dust, a constellation of stars little white lights of the ...
Berries (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a thick cluster of ripe Concord grapes The blueberries hung on the bush Eager for my grasp, their liberation ...
Magna Carta (Marriott Edgar Poem)
I'll tell of the Magna Charter As were signed at the Barons' command On Runningmead Island in t' middle of ...
Little Brown Baby (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes, Come to yo' pappy an' set on his knee. What you been doin', suh ...
The Sun Underfoot Among The Sundews (Amy Clampitt Poem)
An ingenuity too astonishing to be quite fortuitous is this bog full of sundews, sphagnum- lined and shaped like a ...
English Flavors (Laure-Anne Bosselaar Poem)
I love to lick English the way I licked the hard round licorice sticks the Belgian nuns gave me for ...
Rondeau at the Train Stop (Erin Belieu Poem)
It bothers me: the genital smell of the bay drifting toward me on the T stop, the train circling the ...
Dinner in a Quick Lunch Room (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn, Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars; Strange entrees with a ...
Round-Pond (Richard Aldington Poem)
Water ruffled and speckled by galloping wind Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breaks Dashed with lemon-yellow afternoon ...
Death Wants More Death (Charles Bukowski Poems)
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...
Drunk As Drunk (Pablo Neruda Poems)
Drunk as drunk on turpentine From your open kisses, Your wet body wedged Between my wet body and the strake ...
Nothing But Death (Pablo Neruda Poems)
There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through ...
Exiled (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of ...